Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Index,
10cc,
Lalann,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.